My brother moved into his sophomore residence at my alma mater today.
Ok, that sounds more than a little strange. Alma mater? Already? When I can still remember my very first day as a college student, when stepping onto campus still feels a little like home, when my heart is still full of emotion at the thought of my four years in that place?
I graduated barely three months ago and when people asked me whether my status as a former student had hit me yet, I would always reply that it wouldn’t hit me until Fall Semester, when all the new students would be moving into their on-campus living areas. Well, it’s Fall Semester already and my brother is now living in an apartment only a few feet away from the one I lived in my sophomore year and I think it’s safe to say that it has finally hit me.
I’m not going back to classes and cafeterias this semester and I couldn’t be happier. I am so glad to have that difficult time behind me and I know for certain that my years in college will not have been the best time of my life because I live in an entire world full of possibilities for my future. And I can’t wait to see what’s next.
